Alexander rolled his eyes around in their sockets, rather Fallon drictly asked for an explanation or not, he was going to get one. He took a brief moment to find a seat, in this case a poor man’s stool, before sitting down on it. He was going to have to buy a cushion for his ‘royal’ buttocks because said sub par stool was breath what his arse was use to.
“I spoke my mind, and if someone acts in a manner I sense as foolish, idiotic or anything of that order, the odds are I will make verbal note of it to them, bluntly; them more server the offense the more vocal and venomous my speech. If the two of them combined cannot figure out that a Gnoll is in the camp, after someone they’re fallowing says there is a Gnoll in the camp and that he was looking for a translator for said Gnoll, and then only realize that there is a Gnoll in the camp after they see it. And then both act like beasts and draw their swords: mean while the possibilities of why a Gnoll had been allowed to walk into the camp boggle the mind, it’s not exactly like a seven foot tall dog that walks on its hind legs can get in and out without notice; much less one that, as I think might be the case given it’s tone in regards to Gareth, used a kid as a crouch as it made its way in. Back onto point, guards should have at last some idea of what something, be is a person or mere thing, is doing in the camp: A Gnoll receiving medical care demand’s questions of why the hell it’s there, it dos not demand swords be drawn like the only question is who can kill it first! Assuming they did not just charge it after a brief stare down the best case scenario making it mad; that could hinder conversing with it or getting information we want, or might even need from it. At worst we are talking about a freshly enraged brute who could have killed you because it thought it was being crossed before they could have hoped to close the distance!” He ranted onwards, his early snarling tone that he had used towards the guards was bleeding though as he continued to speak. He knew that there were means of revival, but the supplies needed to do so were not something to be squandered in the nation’s situation; also, he knew that it almost all always took something out of the revived. In any case, death was not something that should be toyed with, and to him, the guards were prodding it with a pointy stick.
“Meanwhile,” he continued with a sigh, his building aggression bleeding away,
“you act like you’ve the back bone of a sheep, and yet you’re too filled with concern for everything but yourself; you were binding the arm of something that could have ripped your head off if it had the mind to, the first thing that worries you is that I pissed off two guards while they backed a wounded Gnoll into a preverbal corner and giving it motive to lash out at the nearest human: You.” Alexander added; his eyes bore down at Fallon with a hint of force; he was annoyed, and even slightly worried, at Fallon’s apparent lake of self-worth.
“But as for a question, I believe early you made a slipping remark about a promise; to whom was it made? I don’t recall asking for a guardian or advocate, I have taken pride in not needing either, and now it would seem I’ve had one, if not both, and what was once pride now holds all the potential shame of someone who thought he was getting by on his own worth while also bashing down brigands who thought to make him do work unfitting a translator though their rank by threatening delayed, but grave, reprisal only to be shown the possibility that the pains of his actions were taken on by an other…” Alexander spoke onwards he was still gravely annoyed; he had always figured if he crossed a line, he would get spoken to by someone that ‘had the authority to do so’ but he had not considered the possibility of someone martyring themselves for him every time he slipped up while his ‘victories’ only caused him to become increasingly emboldened. It was a incredibly likely scenario now that the thought was instilled in his mind, a thought he had been ignorant of.
He detested being ignorant.
Still not giving Fallon time to reply, Alexander added one last thing, the real question he wanted to ask
“Just what have you done for my behalf?” he finished in a flat but highly stern voice as he leaned towards Fallon; how Fallon noted that Alexander was the lowest brass on the totem pole all but screamed Fallon would not do anything real to him while also setting himself as Alexander’s adviser; a submissive role. Intentionally or not, Fallon was shoving Alexander into a dominant position. Alexander having a titanic sense of self-worth and always seeking to empower himself made Alexander step into the position without thought; there was no risk in doing so that he could see or sense
[sblock=OoC]Yes, but I'm wandering if there is any way for Alexander to know were the dwarf got sent off to, off the top of his head; not if it was possible for him learn were the dwarf went
(also Alexander knowing were the dwarf ended up, and mainly the postion the dwarf now holds, will afect his responces in regards to the Gnoll)[/sblock]
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